Category Archives: The Asker 5

Today my temper won. And I was a bad loser, according to Calista. We had had a fairly ok day, despite the fact we pushed through and skipped nap today. Brian had attempted to replace a door only to find … Continue reading →

Today I visited my gynecologist and she asked how our adoption journey was going. (Nothing says Merry Christmas like getting naked for a Pap smear). She adopted many years ago and I was impressed she remembered to ask…or noticed her … Continue reading →

Birthdays: apart from Christmas, they bring so much pressure. Pressure for the right gift, right cake, right friends, right theme (although my girlfriend just informed me [7.5 years into the parenting GIG] that we aren’t supposed to allow our kids … Continue reading →

When we get home from a long weekend the first thing I do is organize: put laundry downstairs, replace the toys and books used in the car and empty the trash in the van. I’ve even been known to vacuum … Continue reading →

I grew up as an only child. I never knew the battles that ensued in a house with 3 kids. Some days I joke (with loud angst) that the kids would fight over a dirty piece of toilet paper if … Continue reading →

Monday 9:00am XS has a dentist appointment and we are attempting X-rays. He is supposed to put his head in a 3-pronged “vice grip,” stand still and allow a moving white box to circle his head. 9:15am I am sweating, … Continue reading →

I was debriefing the sermon today with 2 great women at church. All of us felt like it was written “just for us” (aren’t we so self-focused even while being convicted?!). Seriously, we all had crises in our lives and … Continue reading →

Minutes after publishing the last post about how hard things have been around here, we had a few more firsts and a few more tragedies. Did you know our eyeballs can bleed? Yep, learned it about 4 hours after my … Continue reading →

Well minutes after I posted “the new normal” I thought to myself, maybe I spoke too soon. It had been a few days filled with many, hard hours parenting kids who were fighting, Brian having to work a lot of … Continue reading →